wraps its hands around me
and pulls me to the land of sleep.
I teeter on the edge
wanting a little more of me… 112 more words
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This poem comes to me when I need it. Frankly, that’s pretty often. But that’s alright. It’s a short poem, quite portable. Could certainly fit inside my pocket, under my tongue, or in the flap between my eyes where I store the compass that steers me around. 207 more words